Death is one of my favorite subjects. It’s soooo iffy. We don’t know when or where the final bows will be made, but one thing is for certain, we all die. I want to go out in style. None of the typical dull church service. I want something with pizzaz!
A Funereal Pyre.
I can envision my friends stand around me in the night, singing kum-ba-ya and roasting marshmellows, making smores and chatting about the mundane as I would have if I were physically there.
My question to the Teeming Five Thousand is this: Is it legal to do something like this in this country? Believe me, I’ve done a search on this and all I come up with is other countries, like India. I don’t think my friends will travel to India to make smores.
I suppose I would have to have a burning permit.
That what does not kill me, postpones the inevitable.
Gram Parsons’ friends stole his body from the airport as it was about to be shipped from California to his parents. They then took it the Joshua Tree Monument and burned it (don’t know if they roasted marshmellows or sang somthing by Gram), claiming that Parsons would have wanted it that way. I don’t seem to recall that they got in too much trouble for it. A burn permit would probably be in order (“Fire Marshall’s Office. You want to do WHAT? WHERE?”). Have you thought about what you want done with the cremains? I have a portion of my brother’s on the mantel at home. When “he” arrived from the crematorium (died in Washisngton State and was mailed to VA first class through the US Postal Service) my father came from the mailbox and said, “Mark’s home.”
I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to dispose of a body without some kind of under-taker licence. I know you can’t just plant Uncle Fred in the back yard without a health permit, and I assume the same is true with a funeral pyre.
My father has always requested a Viking pyre. Build a raft, soak it in kerosene, put the body on the raft, shove off, and light. Highly illegal.
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I want to be buried standing up, but my entire family thinks it’s a really stupid idea and if I die before them, they’ll probably have me laying down. This is why I gotta get married. . .
“I need the biggest seed bell you have. . . no, that’s too big.”–Hans Moleman
To answer the OP, is it legal? Your description, if I read it right, is having your body burning on the campfire, and people roasting marshmallows over it?
Doesn’t soiund legal. Even though cremation is legal, I doubt that burning someone’s body in the open air is, but I don’t know for sure.
The funeral I would like:
I want a ceremony like Evita Peron had as portrayed in the movie “Evita”. Crowds thronging the streets, a jam-packed cathedral, a national day of mourning, and then I want my body to lie in state and preserved so that people can come and pay their repsects to me for years after my death, à la “Lenin’s Tomb.” During the funereal mass, any person that laughs will be forcibly ejected by intimidating security guards.
Oh, I got it all planned. After the service, the funeral procession starts, me up front in the hearse, then the rest. Between the service and the boneyard, I want the hearse to peal off from the procession, and have the driver go get a beer or something. About 20 minutes later, I want the hearse to drive up to my grave, where everyone is already standing, with a sign on the side that says “Late for his own funeral”
I want them to play the Pet Shop Boys at my funeral. And I don’t want them to hold it in a church. And I don’t want to be buried in a graveyard, entombed, mummified, embalmed, encoffinated, or otherwise preserved. I want to compost somewhere in a forest.
A co-worker’s mom died after a long bout with cancer. She’d had time to plan her funeral including a huge prepaid party. She’d prepared a guest list, selected the caterer, florist, colors of flowers and balloons, etc. I don’t know what her burial instructions were, but she made sure that everyone would mark her death by celebrating her life.
If I can get the nerve up, I’m going to call up a funereal home and ask this questions…but I better do that number that blocks the *69 feature on the other end or, I suspect, I’ll have either men with shiny badges or men with the nice white jacket showing up on my doorstep.
My memory is hazy on this, but isn’t this ( standing up) the way it is done in Jerusalem. Not for religious reasons, but more so do to lack of space.
I always thought being embalmed and put in as a greeter, like they do at Walmart only at a bookstore, would be kinda fun. Like that guy who died, what 200 years ago, (the name Jeremy Bentham is popping up in my mind, I must be channeling again.) who headed some college (UK?, Boston?) and his embalmed body is trotted out for board meetings every so often. What fun!
If he waited until the Forth of July for the Big Flame Out (Which is not a National Out-A-Gay Day) to torch himself, then he might be able to count as local fire works. I can envision it now with the 1812 overture blaring on stereo speakers. Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhh…
